Dawn

The dawn that day rose Just as the mist of the nightSubsided like a foam descending To reveal clear water aheadThe Bees in the hive stirred about To retrieve more honeyIt was on that day that I stared into the Mirror of luck. Hours passed by just As flies whizzed under a scorchy sun The foam above the crystal water rose again The mist of the dusk rose high above meshattering the mirror to grits I plunged down from a mountain Into the depths of dreariness It was then that I acknowledged What I've been ...